Every time I come home and let the dogs out (who who), they run right past me looking for their mom, and then walk back to me with a questioning confusion. I don't even know what to do with myself! Having this much freedom is awkward for me nowadays. I certainly haven't been doing housework. Tonight I'm going to try REALLY, REALLY hard not to play "Angry Birds" all night and just get in the garage working on my Desoto. I'm just not an after-work-hobby kind of guy. I'm pooped. I want to just relax. I do good on Saturdays and Sundays, in the sun, in the daylight. I hate looking for lights. Being cold when I work. Whine whine whine... 2 more days.